“What’s that?” Auggie looked up at me, her eyes twinkling.
“This.” I took her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. Taking her by the hand, we headed upstairs to our bedroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed and positioned her between my knees. I began at her neckline, unbuttoning the soft blouse she wore and kissing my way with each new slice of skin that became exposed. I reached behind and snapped open her bra, using both hands to feed her breasts into my mouth. I sucked upon her and could taste a bit of Ford’s next meal, but it was her warmth I craved. Sliding my hands into the waistline of her pants, I slid them down, gathering her panties with them as I went. Once she was naked, I raised up only long enough to remove my own clothing, then picked her up, sitting her atop my throbbing cock.
Auggie drew in a breath and I knew that the fear and separation of the last twenty-four hours had probably made her feel abandoned.
“You’re my girl and I’m never leaving you,” I whispered, kissing her breasts and lifting her to roll with me onto the bed. I moved atop her, never withdrawing and, this time, the weight of my body drove me into her depths.
She threw her head backward and I kissed the sweet skin of her neck, nuzzling her ears, all the while moving in and out of her flooded pussy. Her hands moved downward and cradled my balls when I rose, making me insane with the building sensation. At some point, we reverted to animals, becoming a tangle of flesh and feeling. We lost our identities, our reservations and our fears for the future. There was nothing but a relentless rhythm and a desire to touch as much flesh as possible.
Rolling back upon my heels, I pulled her up until her breasts were on either side of my cheeks. I seized her ass, sliding my finger down her crack until my hand was firmly seated between her legs. Using my strength to augment her rocking motion, I pushed her down upon me. She tossed her head at the sensation. “It feels like you’ll split me!” she cried. I knew she was still sensitive after giving birth and instantly became more gentle, although I never relented a moment in the rhythm.
“I love you, Worth,” she moaned as her arms encircled me as far as she could reach and her nails ran down the length of my back. The pain was a bewitching contrast to the sensation of her pussy around my rigid cock. I could feel her begin to vibrate and pumped her faster; her orgasm coaxing mine into an explosion. We clung to one another, our perspiration mixing with the scent of orgasmic fluids as I withdrew and collapsed next to her.
Once we recovered, I picked her up and carried her into the steaming shower with me. We took turns soaping one another and I lifted her against the shower wall, entering her again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Auggie finally pushed me away, pleading that she was still too tender for this much. Instead, she sucked me to completion. Clean and spent, we wrapped in towels and laid on the bed until we both fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Auggie
True to his word, Bill arrived the very next day, accompanied by a van with workmen and equipment. He supervised the installation of a sophisticated, state-of-the-art security system. The workmen were so noisy that the baby couldn’t nap so I took him for a ride in the car. The rhythmic white noise of the tires on the roadway surface lulled him to sleep and I took this opportunity to do some thinking. It was a sunny day and the smell of baby paraphernalia filled the car, making it feel like a little slice of heaven.
I knew that Worth was playing down the significance of Linc’s arrival and the impact it would have on our lives. First of all, as Worth’s older brother, he was theoretically in line to inherit the LaViere fortune when Mrs. LaViere, Worth’s mother, passed on. Then I realized that Linc was not her biological son — in fact, she had never even met him — and would most likely leave things to Worth. This could only serve to anger Linc even further.
Then it came to my own mother, who, at this moment, had no idea he existed. She and I never had a close mother/daughter relationship, even before I learned of all her transgressions and how badly she treated Dad, whom I idolized. It occurred to me then that maybe Dad was just the person I could talk to. I headed in the direction of his farm.
Dad was outside when I arrived. He was raking twigs and winter leaves in the backyard. His face lit up in a smile when he saw me, his eyebrows rising in delight when he saw his grandson. “Auggie!” he called, waving. He met me at the back door, gave me a kiss on the forehead and took Ford from my arms. “I can’t believe how quickly he’s growing,” he marveled, rocking the baby back and forth. “Come in, come in. It’s been lonely and I’m in the mood for a good chat,” he said, holding the door open.
I took Ford back and said, “Well, it’s a good chat you’re going to get, Dad,” and headed toward the kitchen. I’d brought the baby carrier in with me and laid Ford in it near the window where the early Spring sun was streaming in.
“Is Carlos okay?” Dad asked, referring to my Thoroughbred who had boarded with him until one of our own barns was finally completed. “Have you been able to ride him yet?” he asked, referring to Ford’s recent birth.
“He’s great, Dad. I just walked him around a bit. It’s gotten hectic and I need the exercise, so I’ll be out on him more often now. I can’t wait until I can teach Ford to ride,” I said, getting out the makings of hot chocolate for us.
“So, what’s stuck in your craw, Auggie?” he asked. Dad knew me only too well.
“I figured you’d pick up on it. Now, promise you won’t get upset about this, but there isn’t much I can do at this point. You’ll hear about it eventually.” I set out two mugs and stirred the milk warming in the pan.
“Sounds serious,” Dad commented, leaning over to check on Ford sleeping in his carrier. “Have anything to do with the baby?”
“Not that one,” I said mysteriously and carried the mugs to the table. I sighed and related the events of the previous few days to him. He alternately frowned and cocked his head in confusion. When I was done, our chocolates were gone and I was waiting for his comments. His forehead was wrinkled and I guessed he was processing all the variations of how to handle it.
“So, you’re telling me that this Linc is really Worth’s older half-brother, which also makes him your half-brother and your mother’s son, do I have this straight? The boy in the grave is unrelated?”